Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

When Jiang Weichen heard the Buddhist chant, he suddenly had the urge to put down his butcher knife.

The pursuit suddenly slowed down, and only after it stopped did Jiang Weichen come to his senses.

The Sweeping Monk, he finally showed up.

He did not show up when he killed Xuan Ci, the people in the martial arts world, and the Lingmen, and just watched coldly from the sidelines.

But now, he was chasing Murong Bo and he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

As the Buddhist chanting faded, the noise in the room suddenly quieted down.

The people who were shouting stopped, and Xiao Yuanshan, who was about to take a selfie and commit suicide by severing his crown, also put down his hand.

The man who was in great pain after being beheaded but was unwilling to die suddenly became open-minded and died by severing his own heart meridian. His face looked peaceful before he died.

The surroundings didn't seem like a killing field, and the hateful eyes of the people in the field suddenly became peaceful.

A peaceful atmosphere suddenly emerged over the entire square.

But the blood flowing on the ground and the piled up corpses were particularly glaring.

Jiang Weichen's expression was solemn. Did Li Yuanhao's artistic conception have such power? No.

Tap~tap~tap!

The silent footsteps seemed particularly loud in this quiet moment.

Jiang Weichen looked sideways and saw an old monk walking towards him step by step with a broom in his hand.

Under the gazes of countless people, he walked slowly and steadily.

Although he seemed slow, he was actually fast. It took him only a few breaths to reach the scene, a distance of several hundred meters.

When the Sweeping Monk arrived at the scene, he first glanced at the broken limbs and arms around him, then looked in the direction behind Jiang Weichen.

And the gaze that made Jiang Weichen feel uncomfortable came from that direction.

The moment the Sweeping Monk's Buddhist chanting sounded, Chu Tiange could no longer remain calm.

Looking at the people in the scene who were in great pain but unwilling to die, they all cut their own heart meridians and died peacefully.

Chu Tiange knew that the hidden master had appeared, and he had also comprehended the artistic conception.

Moreover, the person is several hundred meters away and can influence others with just a Buddhist sound.

It can be seen that his artistic conception has been understood to an extremely profound level.

Chu Tiange instantly realized that this person was stronger than him.

Chu Tiange was puzzled. How could Shaolin have a hidden grandmaster?

There are countless secret agents from the Imperial City Bureau hiding in Shaolin, so why didn't the imperial court get any news of it?

Chu Tiange cursed the useless people in the Imperial City Division in his heart, whose duty was to suppress the martial arts world and gather information.

Now, not only does he not have the power to suppress the martial arts world, he is almost losing the ability to gather information and spy on intelligence.

Chu Tiange secretly decided that he would make Geng Siyuan look bad when he returned.

Geng Siyuan, lying in ambush outside Shaoshi Mountain, suddenly shuddered. What was going on? Why did he have such a foreboding feeling?

Geng Siyuan is very cautious. When a warrior reaches a high level, he can be said to be immune to cold and heat.

Although the weather in February is still a bit cold, that is for ordinary people.

I have now broken through the Grandmaster realm, and I am not afraid of the cold even if I run naked in the cold winter.

Why do I suddenly shiver? Do I suddenly have a foreboding feeling?

Geng Siyuan pondered, could it be that an expert would pass by the direction where he was lying in ambush?

Thinking of this, Geng Siyuan left one of his men to follow, and he and the others quickly changed direction.

Not long after Geng Siyuan left, Qiao Feng and Duan Yanqing escorted the pale-faced Jiang Tianxiao and others away from here.

Qiao Feng looked at the person who was watching him from the bushes nearby, but did not make a move.

The subordinate watched Qiao Feng, Duan Yanqing and the others leave with more than 20 people before running back to report:

"Sir, not long after you left, Xiao Feng and Duan Yanqing left with about twenty people."

Geng Siyuan's face was gloomy and uncertain. Over the past month, he had broken through to the middle stage of Grandmaster by constantly absorbing the true energy of others.

Xiao Feng and Duan Yanqing shouldn't pose any threat to him, right?

The subordinate asked, "Sir, should we chase them?"

Geng Siyuan asked, "Are those two injured?"

"No, sir, except for a few ordinary people who looked pale, everyone else was intact."

Geng Siyuan immediately shook his head and said, "Forget it. If we pursue them, whether we can successfully capture them is another matter. Our ambush will also fall apart on its own."

Qiao Feng and Jiang Weichen's relatives left here safely and dramatically.

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Xuan Ji and others looked at the old monk holding the broom and were confused for a moment.

They had seen this monk before, and he often swept the Sutra Library, but wasn't he just an ordinary monk?

Xuan Ji and his fellow disciples were puzzled, but soon realized that this was a master.

"Master, please save my master. He is dying."

When the Sweeping Monk heard Xuan Ji's words, he withdrew his gaze from Chu Tiange.

He came to Lingmen and looked at the blood-red flames burning on his body.

For the first time, the Sweeping Monk's eyes became unusually bright. This blood flame actually used the heart fire as oil and the blood and flesh energy as firewood.

After the Sweeping Monk squatted down, his broad and rough palm immediately brushed across the blood flames, extinguishing all the blood flames wherever it passed.

Jiang Weichen looked even more solemn as he watched the Sweeping Monk extinguish his blood flame so easily.

Although his sword technique is the wood-burning sword technique, the flame has mutated.

He has now perfected the Blood Flame Burning Body Palm.

Compress and condense the true qi and blood, then ignite it with the fire of the heart and inject it into the other person's body.

As long as the person cannot erase the palm power, the palm power will burn with qi, blood and true qi as fuel.

The more it burns, the more painful it is; the more painful it is, the more angry you become, and the more intense the burning power of your palm becomes.

Until the blood and true energy are completely burned out, the person is dead, and the internal organs of the body are like cooked jerky.

As long as this palm power penetrates into the flesh and blood, it can only be slowly erased by someone with higher skills and stronger spiritual power than oneself.

But if it is erased slowly, then there may be problems with the body.

Only someone whose skills and divine will are much stronger than one's can be wiped out quickly.

Moreover, it only targets the body's qi, blood, and true qi, and will not burn if it encounters other things. Of course, burning qi, blood, and true qi will also cause high temperatures.

Now Jiang Weichen's Blood Flame Burning Body Palm is truly worthy of its name and is extremely vicious.

This is a palm technique, but the principle is the same, he can also perform it with a burning wood knife, a flame knife, etc.

Just now, Xuan Ji and others were trying to put out the fire for Lingmen, but there was nothing they could do. The more they sent in their true energy, the more powerful it became.

The Sweeping Monk extinguished his own blood flame with a light move. He was indeed not to be underestimated.

However, the Blood Flame Burning Body Palm can be improved. Qi and blood, and true qi, one is "essence" and the other is "qi".

The next step to improve it is that Jiang Weichen will integrate into the 'spirit', and then he will use his essence, energy and spirit as fuel.

Unfortunately, the concept of "God" is too illusory, and Jiang Weichen has no idea about it yet.

Although the blood flame was extinguished, the Sweeping Monk shook his head.

With a two-inch wound and this strange blood flame, Lingmen is now beyond recovery.

But Lingmen was a half-step grandmaster after all, and even though he was seriously injured, he was not dead yet.

When the blood flames were extinguished, the pain of being burned by the blood flames disappeared.

Lingmen also opened his eyes and looked at the sweeping monk in front of him, and the situations of the great monks of Shaolin Temple throughout the ages emerged in his mind.

After racking my brains, I found that none of them matched it.

Lingmen asked weakly, "Senior, which generation of Shaolin monks are you from?"

Chapter 276 The Artistic Concept of the Sweeping Monk

The Sweeping Monk spoke calmly, "I am not a high-ranking monk in Shaolin. I just found the environment of Shaolin to be quiet and peaceful, so I chose to stay here."

Lingmen felt a sense of sympathy for a moment, as Shaolin Temple is the leader of the martial arts world.

However, there was no real master in charge, and a fledgling demon who was only eighteen years old made the Shaolin helpless.

Xiao Yuanshan and Murong Bo even treated the Sutra Library as an inn, coming and going as they pleased.

Now, a master has appeared and is living directly in the Sutra Library, but no one in Shaolin Temple has noticed anything unusual.

Every day when I went in and out of the Sutra Library, I would pass by this old monk, but I didn't feel unfamiliar with him.

Lingmen was heartbroken and confused about the future of Shaolin. Looking at the sweeping monk, Lingmen forced himself to plead:

"Senior, please, for the sake of being a fellow monk, save Shaolin, save the world, save all living beings, except this demon."

The Sweeping Monk turned around and looked at Jiang Weichen, who was covered in blood, and even the long sword in his hand was so bright red.

The old monk who was sweeping the floor sighed, "Now that I've come out, I won't sit idly by. This can be considered as paying back the karma I've cultivated in your precious land for nearly forty years."

Lingmen was relieved when he got the answer from the sweeping monk. He said before he died:

"Xuan Ji, your senior brother has passed away. From now on, you will be the abbot of Shaolin Temple. You have to uphold the reputation of Shaolin Temple!"

Xuan Ji burst into tears and said, "Master, I am an unfilial disciple!"

The master had originally stopped caring about worldly affairs, but because his fellow disciples were not up to the task, they forced him out of the mountain.

In the end, the master was killed by the devil in one move, even though the master was half a step away from becoming a grandmaster.

Lingmen sighed, it is difficult for people in the martial arts world to have a good end. The maximum lifespan of a master is 150 years, but how many people can live to that age?